lirik lagu who really steppin – yung boss tevo
[intro]
y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
everybody steppin’
(ayy, mariio’, this sh*t hot)
let’s see who really steppin’
[chorus]
ha, you say you a stepper n*gga? (you say you a what?)
uh, you ain’t never stepped on no n*gga (for real)
ayy, you say you a gangster n*gga? (you say you a gangster?)
uh, throw your set, then rep on them n*ggas (three times)
ayy, all these bags, i give ’em out, they make me mad
ayy, catch a opp, we hit his ass, we do him bad (boom)
uh, drop a lo’, the cash on top of your head (racks)
uh, tell my young n*gga that i want him dead (for real)
[verse]
ayy, you could front and k!ll then collect your bread (here)
uh, they gon’ laugh at you when we collect your head (ha)
sometimes i be poppin’ pills, i be full of meds (meds)
uh, we put fear in all the opps, we got them n*ggas scared (huh)
ayy, glock thirty filled up with bald heads (talk to ’em)
yup, glock thirty filled, plus one in the head (boom)
n*gga try to take my chain, i leave that n*gga dead (what?)
uh, they know that i stand on business, they know how i play it
yup, they know that i’m headfirst, they know i ain’t scared (nah)
they want me to mention it, my bro told me, “don’t say it” (shh)
’cause when we catch ’em out in traffic, we gon’ leave him, yeah (yeah)
ayy, hit him with that flame, they gon’ call the medics
ayy, paramedics comin’ pick this n*gga up
ayy, he a buck, he was dissin’, messin’, now this n*gga stuck
ayy, dumb as f*ck, that n*gga tried to run and he bad
talk amri jeans, filled up with five figures
you ain’t never caught a hat, b*tch, i ain’t tryna slide with (skrrt)
ayy, ’round with that arp, i’m tryna crop ’em out the pistol
uh, b*tch was suckin’ d*ck, i heard that n*gga still tryna kiss her (uh)
gone with her (*whistle*), b*tch was blowin’ d*ck just like a f*ckin’ whisper
[chorus]
ha, you say you a stepper n*gga? (you say you a what?)
uh, you ain’t never stepped on no n*gga (nah)
ayy, you say you a gangster n*gga? (you say you a gangster?)
uh, throw your set, then rep on them n*ggas (three times)
ayy, all these bags, i give ’em out, they make me mad
ayy, catch a opp, we hit his ass, we do him bad (boom)
uh, drop a lo’, the cash on top of your head (racks)
uh, tell my young n*gga that i want him dead (yeah)
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